Okay sorry for the long delay, I also re-edited a few chapters adding a few things here and there.
Chapter 7: The Mover…
The next morning was more like patches of a bit odd here's and there's, as Asami tried to recall last night. She clutched onto her virgin marry, with her head hanging low. Korra was cooking up a complete sober up brunch. Korra was one of the lucky ones who don't get a normal hangover but rather the munchies… and call it a blessing or a curse but she was able to remember everything when she was drunk and never had one of those memory wipeouts, luckily no one else seemed to remember anything beyond the shots contest. Because she did recall a few embarrassing facts.
Opal and Bolin somehow did remember their moment of passion but that's that. Mako made clear of his envy as Korra seemed unfazed by all the alcohol.
The mover!
There was a crew working and running all over the unfinished stage in the large backyard of the Sato estate. It was Asami's best friend's birthday and she was going to throw her the best 21st of the year. Asami was an outstanding violin musician, maybe even the best and she was the daughter of the late CEO of future industries and she inherent everything. So throwing the biggest for her friend was the least she could do.
Asami and Opal go way back from boarding school days. Opal was an actress and a sucker for rock music much to Asami's dismay. From Asami's point of view, there is a certain order of music, where the classic's is on the top of the list of sophistication and perfection. The elegant blended music that formed the heart of all the pure Latin ballroom dances and then all follows.
Asami was taught that way and she was well set in all the perfected blend of being perfect. How could she not be? Her life was close to perfection save for her loss of her parents. She is the role model for every upstanding citizen.
She tried not to be quick to judge and pull up her nose or as Opal would put it at time with a stick up her arse. She was just raised like that. Asami walked around her backyard as she scanned the bustling activities to have everything perfect for her friend once she is done with her scene shoot.
The band members were setting up their gear on the stage. Asami blew out a breath of relieve that they were on time, well early to be precise. Much to her surprise, yes she did have a stereotype image of rock stars. Asami then nodded to her staff and she was on her way to pick up her friend for the surprise party.
Asami walked into Opal's dressing room just to find the birthday girl busy to make up herself. "Hey, Sams." Opal greeted without looking at her black haired friend as she was busy with some eyeliner. She relaxed back a bit and blinked her eyes. "Perfect!" Opal stated pleased with herself and finally looked up her friend.
Asami's hair was down in her long perfect waves, she wore a tight skinny jeans and a blood red blouse and black and red strap up boots. Opal raised a brow at her. "Don't tell me you set up a big surprise party for me at some expensive club and invited a bunch of out snobby friends with VIP tickets." Opal asked as she flashed her a big smile.
Asami placed a mockingly hand over her heart and dramatically sighed offended. "Opal, how do you know me?" Asami grinned as she hugged her shorter friend close. "Good enough to know that something is up. You always do too much for me." Opal giggled and grab her back from the dresser and hooked her arm with Asami's.
"Nothing will ever be too much for my bestie." Asami explained truthfully as she bumped her with her shoulder and lead her into the red convertible. "Here put this on." Asami handed over a silk red blindfold. Opal raised her brow and chuckled, but did as she was told and she had to place ear plugs in as well.
Asami droved pass all the cars that was parked in front of her house, there was faint thumping of music being played. She smiled proud that everything was going to plan. She lead Opal in her house to the back yard. Passing the large gift section and tried to avoid bumping into some of the other people. She had to completely honest that she barely knew half of them.
She then took off Opal's blindfold and removed the earplugs. Opal's green eyes almost jumped out of her eye sockets and she made a twirling jump in the air as she squealed. Her eyes fell on the band on the stage. "Asami! Oh! Wow! You should have!" Opal shook Asami by her shoulders and then looked at the drummer playing on stage and she squealed again. "I love you!" She shouted and gave a quick kiss for Asami before pulling them into the crowd.
Many of the people greeted them and moved out of the way for them and wishing the slightly tanned skin and green eyed girl a happy birthday and giving her a few hugs and high fives here and there.
Asami had to admit it was fun even if this wasn't entirely her scene but as long as Opal enjoyed it everything was fine. The lead singer was a girl, if Asami could recall correctly… Korra was her name. Her singing voice was talented that's for certain but there was just something strange that drawn Asami in. Korra tossed her chip into the crowd which Asami caught. Opal smiled at her friend and continued to sing along with every word.
Korra took the mic and got everyone's attention. "Okay people! Attention! Thanks to you all hard rockers you guys are awesome! Now for the main attraction of tonight's party." Korra's raspy voice sent shivers down Asami's spine. "Can someone please sent a special girl up front and center. Drumroll please." Korra turned to her drummer who happily complied.
"Opal Beifong!" Opal screamed in the crowed and she practically jumped up and down. The crowed pushed her up to surfed the crowd and she shouted that they should bring Asami with. "Oh gosh." Asami blushed as hands lifted her up as well and she surfed the crowd with Opal up to the stage.
Korra hugged Opal and wished her a happy birthday and hugged Asami as well because… why not?
"Okay Opal, what can we give you for your birthday?" Korra offered with bright lopsided grin. Opal whispered something in Korra's ear and Asami couldn't help as she already knew what Opal would ask for. Korra held on Opal's arm as she whispered something back and nodded her head into the direction of the bulky drummer.
"How sweet is Opal you guys! Okay so here's what's gonna happen. Mako!" Korra nodded to the tall handsome hunk on her left. "Mako, if you would please toss that nuisance of a shirt of your out to the crowd and the lucky girl who catch it will win a date with Mako." Korra watched as Mako made a little tease and then pulled his shirt over his head and teased over his six pack and turned around and flexed his back muscles. The girls were screaming and bundle up closer.
Mako tossed it backwards and then two halves of his white shirt was waved in the air. Mako quickly grab Korra's hand as he speak into the mic. "If you girls don't mind sharing I'll go for separate dates and a bonus night.-" Korra yanked back her mic as she rolled her eyes. "Next up, Bolin, your drummer stick." Korra winked at Opal who waste no time and winked at him. He smiled brightly and tossed it to her.
"Okay and that's that." The crowd booed and then chanted 'Date with Korra'
Korra chuckled into the mic. "Okay, okay. Hmmm" she hummed deeply. "Whoever caught my lucky blue chip. You're coming with me." Korra said into the mic. Opal gave Asami a sly smile, the taller woman give her little scowl.
After the concert Mako and his two girls took off and enjoy the rest of the party. Korra placed her guitar into their tour bus and watched as Bolin gave Opal and Asami a small tour of the inside of the bus. Opal was practically glowing! The band gave her a signed cd that is yet to be released. Bolin even gave her one of his signed drumming sticks.
The bulky man had his black hair in a turtle duck style that only he could pull of in this era. His dark green eyes would beam every time Opal would smile or give out a squeal. It was just after midnight and for some unexplained reason… Asami was awake. Asami decided to wait outside for her best friend.
She glanced to her left and noticed Korra with her back against the bus with her right boot pressed against it and arms crossed as she watched cars pulling out the long Sato driveway off to home.
"Thank you for entertaining the whole crowd. You were truly good." Asami thanked Korra with her hand outstretched. She had a different way she wanted to word that however she didn't want to sound as if she was trying to one up the rock star. Korra gave her a deadly gorgeous grin and took her hand.
"It was my utmost pleasure to have the opportunity to be the main entertainment at this… exquisite celebration." Korra had to bite on the inside of her cheek not laugh or let her grin grow at the stunned beauty before her. Asami had flinched her head up just a bit and had to blink twice. This rock star just had to smugly point out that Asami herself was the stereotyped posh person. She wasn't sure if she should be offended or intrigued. She cleared her throat. "So, what date will you take your lucky blue chip?" She asked, fishing out if she might have an issue if it was in fact a girl had to catch it.
Korra grinned again and shrugged her shoulders. "Depends… What the person would like. Can't just drag a monster truck fan to an elegant ballet performance…" Korra stated it so simply with the timbre of her voice tickling Asami's ears. Again Asami is surprised. "You are most truly full of surprises aren't you?" The taller woman asked and her hair slightly curtained the right side of her face when she nodded her head in a delicate huff of a soft chuckle.
"I try to." Korra stated with pride and let out a chuckle of her own. However inside she found it hard not show how she is really being heatedly affected by the ivory goddess with her midnight hair. "What if your date isn't a guy?" Asami asked curious. "Would it bother you? Christian girl?" Korra asked smugly pushing herself off from the bus closer to Asami.
Asami swallowed hard, her mind rushed a million miles per hour, She knew she had an image to uphold, "struggles" as her "father" priest would state it, how badly she would like to take a chance and just toss away her whole career and live her life like the person she truly is. "Everyone has their own personal preferences." Asami settled for a more neutral response.
Korra smiled as she noticed the inner turmoil Asami just featured before she masked it all again. "Well, miss Sato. I'm quite an accurate aimer if may boast humbly…" Korra moved closer to Asami's ear. "I know exactly to whom I aimed my chip tonight." She whispered. Her mouth was so close by Asami's ear she could feel Korra grinning.
Korra quickly turned around and hammer against the bus, the loud booming sound made Asami jump and her pale cheeks flushed red. "Okay, Bolin! We got some dates to earn!" Korra shouted and turned around to Asami. "Don't worry it can be just a fun night out as friends." Korra said sweetly and winked at the woman before her.
Two years passed and they became really good (secret) friends until…
"What do you care about what other people think of us?" Korra shouted as Asami sat with her hands in her long silky black locks. Korra wanted to go public with their secret relationship, so secret that they didn't even tell their friends. For the sake of Asami's 'reputation'. "Don't you care about me?" Korra asked as knelt before her secret lover, she asked so softly on the brink of tears.
Asami on the other hand was a total mess, her perfect face stained with smudged and watered down make up. The worst Korra had ever seen her. Her eyes were red, the river threatens to never stop, and her nose was raw with the continuously wiping from worn out tissues.
Those sad faded green eyes locked on Korra's now blue-grey eyes as both of them wore their sad colors. They were secretly together just a month short of their first anniversary. "I do care about you…" Asami choked and she slammed her face back down in her hands. Korra lifted her face forcing her look in her eyes. Then her caramel hands cradled Asami's shaky pale ones.
"Asami Sato, I love you to death, I love you more than anything else, I want to climb to highest point in the world and scream as loud as I can that I love you and want everyone to know that, but you're scared, you don't want me to. Please, we can even slowly introduce the idea, I just want be able to say that you're the woman I love and the only woman I will." Korra's voice cracked and a few tears started to run over her tanned cheeks.
Asami could see the hurt in those blue eyes, she knew Korra truly loved her but she just can't do it. She can't do it, she'll be shunned, she will lose her whole career, she will be dissed and even her business will reach down low. She might lose a lot of her investors. She'll be kicked out of her church, she'll lose everything. Everything she worked for, her family worked for. She might be even forced to let some of her employees go and leave them unemployed. She can't risk that. As much as she like- no love Korra there was too much to consider.
"Korra…" Asami took a shaky breath her heart pained so much she could hardly breathe. She can feel how it's being torn in two. "I-I… I can't." Once those words passed her lips Korra numbly let go of her hands. Her blue eyes stared into a far away place. The rocker slowly stood up and walked back until she hit the wall.
Her eyes reluctantly locked with green ones. Asami immediately regretted her words, she wanted to die because the pain she felt now of her own broken heart caused by her own inner turmoil, this pain was worst than death itself. She moved up to get and apologize and beg for more time but Korra stiffened her back and holt her actions with her hand.
She shook her head and hastily walked out leaving Asami behind shattered on the floor.
Three years have pass… Asami retired from her acting and music career focusing only on her business. She haven't contacted Korra again form the day she walked out of her door. Three months after that day Asami knew she made her biggest mistake… But in the media it seemed Korra had moved on just well. Even subtly dedicated a song to her "an ex", the song titled "It's not you."
Asami then drove her focus into her careers, she worked late nights with blue prints, she practice relentlessly on her violin and performing all over the world, to the president the earth Queen, to even the Fire Lord and even ventured to the Northern Chiefs' double wedding. She left her mark in the classical world. When she was named CEO of future Industries she then barely had time for her friends, she took up drinking as a poor attempt for escape.
She was still empty and the scar on her broken heart still haunted her every time something remained her of Korra or when she heard something of her on the news.
Korra on the other hand did make some powerful and emotion filled music. She was hammered almost every night. She was didn't really slept with many people, just two guys, one who was Mako with just the 'need' purposes and some other guy she couldn't even remember how he looked, and five other girls… however the media indication was like always blowing it out of proportion and so did it indicated much much much more.
She did ended up using a lot of drugs. She collapsed on stage a total of three times, went to rehab almost every 3 months. Her life was destructive and she could do everything but she could never get Asami out of her mind.
Korra's band broke up just five months ago and she was plastered when Mako showed up her house. He was high up in some security company and was doing really good, he found himself a nice girl or guy… Korra wasn't entirely sure. She vaguely remember Bolin gotten engaged to that Opal girl. Was like love at first sight.
He came in there packing her bag harshly dragging her out of her house and dumped her in his black hammer car. He hauled her ass on a boat with a few of other rich and famous people who she recognized also having a problem with the lack of entertaining substances from the bar, he sat with her the entire time. He didn't say a single word to her despite her attempts for small talks and old memories from their circus days.
The boat came to a stop at a small harbor by a small island. Mako stood up and looked her dead in the eyes. "This is your last chance to get your life together, you're 26 years old and you are throwing it away, all your talents. This is the last time I'm giving you a chance Korra." He said with a stern and hard voice that almost shook her out of her hangover. He didn't wait for her response and now she is sitting in this stupid circle again.
She was settled into her room, and it was clear that it was made for two people, some fancy dumb this is. However her roommate didn't show. However there was still people being dropped off so she then just decided to take a shower in who knows long.
She was on her way to the tuck shop but one of the nurses caught her. "Miss Rivers. You need to get to your group. Didn't see the time schedule?" The slightly older lady said. She wore her typical white nurses' outfit. Her brown hair was made up in a neat bun and her voice soft and caring. Korra jerked her hand out of the 'kind' nurse's grip. "I'm not in high school, the hell with a fucking schedule." Korra grumbled. "Miss Rivers, I have you know that this is all for your well being. Now come." She once again reached for Korra's arm and she jerked it back again.
"Not until get myself some smokes." Korra said she bumped into something like a wall and once she looked up she saw a big man who was a few shades darker than herself and boy was he built. "You look like the fucking hulk!" Korra said regrettably out loud she noticeable cringed at the realization. "Yes, and if you don't want to make me angry you should get going." His handsome deep voice rattled her bones. Korra stood up and squared herself. "And if I don't? Whatcha gonna do?" Korra rudely and smugly questioned.
The hulk narrowed his eyes and picked her up. Korra struggled with his bulky arms once she gotten out she was ready to dash down the hallway to fuck knows where but he was quicker. She was almost flattened by his football tackle and thrown over his shoulder. Then Korra was thrown into a pool that could match the south pole's sea. Korra resurfaced gasping for air and glared at the bulky man.
"Now, will you go?" He asked again with a stern voice. The nurse from earlier came up to her with a towel and handed it to her. Korra mumbled a thanks, a tad harshly but one none the less.
She is now sitting in her chair still damp from that little water incident from earlier. She did cut her hair into a messy bob a while ago. So it's now a little dryer that what it would have been with her old long hair. She had a scowl on her face and stared at her feet refusing to meet eyes with anyone in the room.
There was an oddly familiar heel clicking sounds rushing to their group room but Korra stared at her feet. She had to remove her shoes because she couldn't sit still and with the water it made an annoying squishy noise that infuriated one of the other people.
The heels slowed at the threshold and the soft voice of a woman softly mumbled a sorry. Korra's head shot up at the familiarity and as she predicted it was her… Asami. More beautiful that ever but cloaked with sadness.
Korra refused to say a word save for her name at the session and just glared at Asami and sometime stare at her longingly. Kya their counselor nodded to the last one of the group, Asami. Kya wore a water tribe healer tunic and had her grey hair pulled but lose down her back, her deep blue eyes had authority, wisdom and sympathy behind them and her skin was tanned but just a shade lighter than Korra's.
"I'm Asami Sato." "Hi Asami." Everyone chanted in the group. Asami made a small smile. "And I'm and alcoholic." She admitted. Kya then explained that for the next two months they will be working together as a group and will work hard and they will be tested. They will be healed and blah blah BLAH. Korra knew this speech all too well. The session was rather short, but was much more like a briefing than anything else. Once the session was over Korra stalked pass her bodyguard and made her way to the tuck-shop.
To say she was annoyed that there were no cigarettes was an understatement. So she settled for lots and lots of chocolates and almost any type of chewing sweets. 'Fuck' was her new chant in her head.
She dumped herself on her bed and noticed that her roommate has made themselves comfortable. Well actually just set their bags on their side.
It turned out that her roommate would be than none other than Asami herself. Korra was laughing hysterically when she saw Asami in the doorway. Tears ran over Korra's cheeks as she couldn't stop laughing, her stomach pained and she clutched as she bowed over. She looked up to Asami again and laughed over again. "If there is a God, then they must hate me. Fuck me! Asami." Korra manage between her laughter of madness.
Asami had tears of her own as she sat down on her bed facing Korra. Korra looked into Asami's forest green eyes and felt like her heart was beating in pain and it started to hurt every time she took a breath, her laughter had died down. Korra began to shake and her hands were fidgeting with her bedding. "Asami…" Korra whimpered in a heart-tearing whine. She forced her eyes closed praying to stop crying.
She could she Asami silently breaking before her and it shattered her broken heart more as she could bear to see her so sad. "Asami." Korra choked as she realized she still loved her. Asami decided to stand up and she was on her way to the door. "I'll ask them if they can move me." Asami said but she stop when she was turned around and a familiar body pressed up against her.
Korra hugged her tightly crying into Asami's chest and definitely soaking her white blouse. Asami hugged Korra back scared to let her go, confused by the reaction and somehow found it comforting in an extremely awkward reunion. "Please don't go." Korra pleaded.
They fought in many of the sessions, and agued a lot with their duo team building. Korra was confronted a few times with the head of the rehab center for trying to bribe the nurses for a smoke. She was thrown into the pool by her bodyguard Hanko. Asami was sedated twice for having a mental breakdown. Asami almost gotten thrown out when she was caught with a bottle of fire whiskey.
All in all, they help to heal each other and got all of their toxicants out of their bodies. They left the place as friends again.
Asami asked if they could try again and though Korra was hesitant they did. Apparently Asami came out earlier that hear to the public and apologized to Korra, wherever she may be. That was the very day Mako had came to her house and ship her off to the rehab island.
They helped fighting for legalized homosexual marriage and the mover ended at their wedding.
End of chapter 7
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